bookrandom Chapter 155: In the Same Small Space
Chapter 155: In the Same Small Space
Jiang Qianxun saw this and thought there was something wrong with their relationship, so she asked with concern, "What happened between you and Wei Xianglin?"
Wei Xianglin is a man after all, and Huang Xiaoxiao is a relatively well-behaved person. Jiang Qianxun is worried that she has suffered any grievances during their relationship.
Huang Xiaoxiao shook her head and paused for several seconds before speaking.
"No, he's a good guy. I'm just not used to people treating me or him as the other half. I think we should just be friends first and get to know each other better before we talk about other things. Otherwise, we'll end up being boyfriend and girlfriend. If things don't work out... we won't even be colleagues in the end."
Jiang Qianxun sat back in her original seat, and agreed: "That makes sense. You can rest assured that I won't tell anyone else."
"Thank you, Chihiro, you are so kind."
Huang Xiaoxiao pulled her arm coquettishly.
Jiang Qianxun let her pull her and chatted for a few more words until it was time for lunch. She then said goodbye to Huang Xiaoxiao and went downstairs to eat.
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Xing’s staff restaurant.
Jiang Qianxun picked out her favorite salt and pepper chicken wings and beef, added some grapes, and then chose a seat by the window.
While replying to Zheng Qingge's concerned message, he lowered his head and ate.
No one knew what was wrong with Qin Chuan recently. Ever since they separated in the park that day, he would frantically call her or come to the company to look for her every once in a while. Then he would be quiet for a while, and then he would continue to call and look for her, over and over again.
Until the last two weeks, he seemed to have suddenly disappeared and hadn't looked for her for a long time.
Even Zheng Qingge's visits to her had obviously decreased, and he would only ask about her and the child every few days.
Out of politeness, she would also reply to Zheng Qingge.
After replying to the text message, she picked up the salt and pepper chicken wings with chopsticks. Just as she took a bite, two female employees of Xing's company sat down at the seat next to her.
Judging from their ages, they were both around 35 years old. They seemed to have a good relationship and even chose similar dishes. They also had optimistic personalities and had endless things to talk about once they sat down.
Jiang Qianxun didn't want to listen, but the two of them were so engrossed in the conversation that their voices became a little louder, and she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
Just enjoy it as a free crosstalk.
We talked about the delicious food in the cafeteria, then the work in the company, then the work and the company benefits, and then the salary and the family.
To sum it up in one sentence: the food in the cafeteria is too bad, the work is too difficult, the benefits are not good enough, and my husband is useless.
Especially when talking about husband, if we both have a car.
One said that she had gone from being the man of her husband’s dreams when they first got married to a greasy middle-aged man with a beer belly, and she felt sick just touching him.
Another said that the one in my family loves to drink and is lazy. He doesn’t teach the children and doesn’t do housework. The once loving couple has become long-term roommates.
The sufferings are different.
The only thing they can agree on is their evaluation of certain aspects of their men.
"Speaking of that kind of thing, how long have you and your guy not been here?"
"I just said he was disgusting. Why is he coming? It's better not to come. Anyway, men become less and less capable once they reach their thirties. It's better to find a cucumber than to use him."
"Pfft! Hey! That's enough. Give your man some face."
"What are you afraid of?!"
"Hey! My guy is like this too! Why are all men like this?"
"who cares."
"That's true, but we are all human..." One of the female employees suddenly lowered her voice and said, "If the men at home are not good enough, how do you solve the problem of not being satisfied?"
The man's voice was actually very low, but Jiang Qianxun had good hearing and the two of them were not very far away, so the conversation between the two still reached her ears.
"How else can you solve it? Don't you still have your hands? If all else fails, use your husband to help you. Then you can do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."
"How to do it?"
"Take the initiative. How easy. Can he still kick me away?"
initiative......
Maybe it was the hormones in her body during pregnancy that were causing trouble, but when she heard these three words, Jiang Qianxun's mind immediately flashed back to the night before a certain man came home late. She was forced to take the initiative, biting her thin lips, and how satisfying it was when he controlled her...
Thinking of this, Jiang Qianxun blushed suddenly.
Since she couldn't sit there any longer, she quickly changed seats with her food tray.
At the same time, I warned myself not to think about him anymore!
The topics these married women talk about are really unscrupulous.
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Jiang Qianxun's appetite was a little poor after the difficult meal.
Fortunately, the company provided afternoon tea for pregnant women, so she didn't have to go hungry. In the afternoon, after she finished her snack, she turned on her computer, modified the Yonghong project work report that Huang Xiaoxiao had sent her in the afternoon, attached the modified drawings, and sent them to Xing Mingyu.
Looking at the man's email on the computer screen, she couldn't remain calm.
Jiang Qianxun frowned, feeling like she almost didn't recognize herself.
Why on earth did the guilty conscience suddenly become like this?
five minutes later.
The phone on the desk rang again.
She looked at the caller ID and saw it was an internal number from the top floor.
"Director An, the president wants you to come upstairs."
Thinking of the strange and long silence between the two of them this morning, Jiang Qianxun felt the torment of every second feeling like an eternity in the morning before he even went upstairs.
She really didn't want to go.
She learned her lesson, holding the phone, and asked the secretary: "I don't know why Mr. Xing wanted to see me."
If it was just unimportant official business in the morning, there was no need for her as the director to report in person.
Her assistant is more professional than she is.
"I'm sorry, Director An, the question you asked is not within the scope of my job."
“…” She was speechless.
The other party didn't answer. As a subordinate, she didn't dare to go against her boss's decision without reason. Finally, she had to hang up the phone and went upstairs with an uneasy mood.
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The top floor of the Xing family.
Jiang Qianxun prepared herself mentally and knocked on the door of the president's office for the second time today.
"Please come in."
It was still that deep, powerful and pleasant male voice.
She closed her eyes, reached out resignedly and pushed the door open.
At worst, I can just sit there and meditate this afternoon like I did this morning, and enter a state of meditation with pay…
However, when she opened the door, she found that in addition to the man, there was another woman in the office.
An idol she dreams of meeting - Jian Shulin.
Like many professional interviews and photography photos, Jane Shulin wore her signature black French skirt as always, with her legs together and placed at an angle, her body straight, sitting upright on the sofa, her shoulder-length brown fluffy curly hair slightly spread out, making her intellectual face look a little small, but it did not affect her domineering and intelligent temperament at all.
Jian Shulin was sitting in the same seat where Xing Mingyu had sat this morning, talking to a man. When she saw her come in, Jian Shulin stopped her gentle voice and looked at her with her intelligent eyes.
After being seen by her idol, Jiang Qianxun had already forgotten about Xing Mingyu. She used up a lot of strength to hold back her excitement. She lowered her head and calmly adjusted her white maternity dress. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with her clothes, she walked over.
"Mr. Xing, you are looking for me?"
Seeing the little woman who was calling him but her eyes kept drifting towards Jian Shulin, Xing Mingyu's brown eyes were dark and his expression was unclear. He sat with his legs crossed, one hand on his knee, his fingertips dancing on it, and he hummed lightly.
"Come here, meet me, this is the world-class master of architecture, Maisha. Maisha, this is Director An of our company."
Is this... to introduce her to her idol? Is this why he called her to his office the second time?
I thought I was going to embarrass her again.
Jiang Qianxun's eyes were full of admiration, and his hands were almost shaking as he reached out to Jian Shulin.
"Senior Jian, I have long heard of your name. My name is Jiang Qianxun."
Jian Shulin stood up and her eyes were fixed on the delicate face of the girl opposite her.
What a beautiful face, such bright eyes.
No wonder Xie Qiong said that Jiang Qianxun looked very similar to Xingbao, especially the eyes, forehead and nose, which were exactly the same.
But she was much more delicate than Xingbao, or rather, much more delicate than her eldest daughter. If she was adopted, she would really have to doubt that the girl in front of her was her little daughter who had been lost for many years.
It's a pity that there is no if in the world.
But no matter what, because of this similar face, she was attracted to the young man and her favorability towards him increased sharply.
"Hello, Miss Jiang. You don't have to call me senior. Just call me Maisha like Mingyu." Jian Shulin extended her hand and held it.
"Can I...really?"
Wouldn't that be bad?
At this moment, Jiang Qianxun finally understood why star-chasers were so excited. When facing their idols, they would be so excited that they would be at a loss. Even the most ordinary conversations in the past would suddenly become cautious, for fear of being rude in front of their idols and leaving a bad impression.
"Everyone calls me that, so you don't have to feel restrained." Jian Shulin said in a gentle tone.
Oh my god, the idol is so gentle in private, not at all like the top designer that we imagined or saw in interviews.
"Yes." Jiang Qianxun admired Jian Shulin more and more, and his black and white eyes were shining brightly.
Seeing that the little woman's eyes were full of idols, the man suddenly stood up and said, "Since everyone is here, I won't disturb you. You two can chat, I'll go and get busy first."
After saying that, he and Jian Shulin looked at each other, then turned and walked behind the desk next to them, taking away the oppressive aura in the air.
Jiang Qianxun suddenly felt that his breathing became much smoother.
Because of Jian Shulin's natural affinity, the nervousness in her heart gradually disappeared. Jian Shulin asked her to sit down, and she sat down gracefully, looking at the other party curiously, wondering why this world-class architectural master appeared here.
Seeing that she calmed down so quickly and was much more composed than other juniors when they saw her, Jian Shulin felt more and more fond of her and patiently explained the purpose of her visit.
"I came to Xing's to teach in cooperation with the government's plan to support new domestic designers. My main job is to give regular lectures to new designers under you. The location is in the large conference room of your design department."
Jiang Qianxun suddenly realized: "I see. It is our honor to listen to your lecture in person."
Jian Shulin's eyes curved, "But I'm sorry, you're not a newcomer in this field, and you're not within the scope of my teaching. But because you're the director, I want to meet you and get to know you."
Jiang Qianxun felt a little disappointed when she heard that she couldn't take her idol's class. But when she heard her idol say that it was she who took the initiative to see her, she suddenly felt happier than if she had won an international award.
"It's my honor. You don't know that you are my idol. I have never missed any of your works or interviews. My lifelong dream is to become someone like you. My greatest wish is to get an autograph from you."
"Really?" Jian Shulin smiled faintly.
"Really? You don't know how great your works are. For example, the opera house in Country F..."
If this was a chance to meet her idol face to face, how could Jiang Qianxun miss the opportunity to talk to her?
She started with the opera house designed by Jane Shulin, and naturally expressed her admiration and appreciation for Jane Shulin's design.